"So what if the cameras are watching? Are they going to drag me off and shoot me just for cursing a little?!"
"Besides, this thing doesn't record audio. What the hell is there to be afraid of!"
Wu Fa's chest heaved, his emotions spiraling out of control like gasoline set alight:
"Six months ago, we worked four hours a day, sipping coffee and moving our fingers in the intelligent control room. The contribution points we earned in a month were more than our whole families could spend!"
"And what happened?!"
He pointed at the back of his calloused hand, spittle flying in his agitation:
"What do we have now? Two shifts! A full twelve hours!"
"Wearing those tin coffins on the moon, checking the alignment inch by inch, even having to piss into recycling bags!"
"One day off a week, and I sleep like a dead pig that whole day. When I wake up, I'm still too exhausted to move."
"Then it's right back to that construction site where not even a blade of grass grows!"
"We're engineers! We're people!"
"Not those hunks of metal that don't need sleep!"
His words were like a knife, stabbing straight into the hearts of every colleague in the changing room.
A young man with glasses and messy hair leaned against a locker and gave a self-mocking laugh:
"I used to think technological progress was supposed to let people live like gods. Now look at us. The more advanced the technology, the bigger the projects, and the more we live like livestock."
"Before the Cataclysm, we at least worked nine to five with weekends off. Now we're going further and further backward."
"Who knows what those leaders up on high are even doing? Probably sitting in their offices drinking coffee every day, leisurely watching